Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.